Does anyone remember their first day in kindergarden?

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I remember I was dressed like a zebra.

I peed on the floor during storytime because I couldn't bear to leave during the middle of an interesting story and believed I could hold it till the end. Its a tactical error I have almost repeated during long and thrilling movies but I've developed a stronger bladder since then.

First day, hmm. Well I cheated on this one a bit, mixing impartial memories with what my mom remembers. I was the only one who didn't whine when she left me there. I remember being annoyed that everyone was so upset with their excessive crying. When nap time came around I was always uncooperative. I could not for the life of me see why we should be resting, not too mention it was the only real time where there was peace and quiet, kids sleeping and all, I think I might have eventually been given permission to read or go on the computer, although I'm not sure. Memories too dim to remember anything else from the first day, I can remember a few events from later on though.

Sorta.. well no, not really.. I guess I remember that my teacher had big hair (her name was Mrs. Combs, lololol) and we got cubbies and the desks were round..

But I remember my first day of preschool a lot more. The teacher asked if I wanted to write or play with beads. (these big fat wooden beads and a little rope) I chose beads, but then she asked some other kid and he said "write" but he got to draw, (drawing was my FAVORITE THING EVER) and I was mad about it for the rest of the day. (and obviously a little longer, since it stuck in my head so well, lol) Who calls drawing writing?? I mean really. I'm not overly literal, but that's just misleading. Of course I didn't want to write, I didn't know HOW.

All I remember is that the kid sitting next to me on the bus puked on me so naturally I smelled like roses all day long. How traumatic.

I remember three different mothers saying to their children to look at me, pointing out that I wasn't crying, and one woman asking me if I had said goodbye to my mommy yet. I told her I didn't have a mommy and she asked me something else and I asked her to please stop clicking her mouth. It only took a few hours for the other girls to realize something was wrong with me. I remember coming home and telling my grandmother I was in love with a girl in my class and I remember her telling me to keep it a secret. Not much else. Just that I was glad they didn't try to force me to drink milk like they did in pre-school.

I was told I went up to the teacher and asked her if I was pretty, and threw a fit when she told me I was cute and threatened never to come back to school again.

I have vague memories of the parents meeting each other, and meeting a common friend in the kindergarten.

Nothing really more complex then that.

I was fine on my first day and didnt really care. it
was the second day that was the worst from what my mother has told me i screamed and screamed
and had to be restrained after kicking the teacher.

I also remember my parents took me to see a parade and we ran into my kindergarden teacher so they said Todesking, aren't you going to say hello to your teacher and I said no, shes horrible. Then burried my face into my hands until she walked away.

As for first day, all I remember is I cried when my Mom left, and was about the only one (definitely the only boy).

I was so far advanced intellect wise, kindergarten was an utter joke from an academic perspective. Still, they tried to hold me back a grade because of "immaturity". I had outbursts and crying fits when something upset me (don't remember exactly what but lots of things upset me as a kid, like getting my shirt wet or having to wear a coat) . The school recommended I be taken to a child psychologist, and they tried one guy who was an "educational counselor", and who apparently did little but blubber over my intelligence. My parents never followed up with a real doctor, but it was 1985, and I doubt they'd have caught anything like Asperger's Syndrome in rural Kentucky.

Ah, yes, my first day of kindergarten...

At first my brother and I stuck to each other as if we were the only two people in the world on our first day of kindergarten. We didn't have any issues with departing from our family member. I'm positive that it was my older sister that dropped us off on the first day and not our parents, since she went to the school as well. I remember walking into the bathrooms to observe them and thinking to myself how much I hated them because of the ceramic pattern on the floors, and hated that they were different from the carpeted floor of the main classroom, and staring strangely at my new classmates when they cried about something ridiculous. I remember thinking to myself that my teacher was not very tall! I remember thinking that the room was unbelievably colorful and that I didn't like it at all! I remember not wanting to step on certain parts of the floor because I didn't like the color.

Holy crap, I remember so many strange things!

I remember being violent I'd throw stuff and get angry a lot. I remember stomping on someones toy they brought in for show and tale. I was in trouble A LOT From Kindergarden- 5th grade. Afterwards I had a major surgery and from 5th-11th was tutored/class over the phone/and finally homeschooled. I didn't step back into a school environment until 12th grade at the Community College to get my GED. No school environment since 5th grade! That was a culture shock. IMO this is why I had bad behavior and upset that teacher I still behaved as I did in grade school (by going to her office daily) but hey that was/still IS "normal" to me. Oh well.

My mother dropped me off in the classroom. I marched off without looking back. She was somewhat miffed.

I sat eagerly in my chair, staring at the chalkboard. I was told I would learn things in school and was very excited by such a prospect. The other children roamed about talking, playing, and hanging up their coats, but not me. I sat at my table, hands folded in front of me, patiently staring at the board.

Finally, the teacher called the class to order and welcomed us all. Then she had to stop to tell me to take off my coat and hang it up since I hadn't bothered to do so when I first came in (it never occurred to me to imitate the behavior of the other children, nor did I notice they all had removed their coats). Afterwards, we got a picture to color featuring two girls reading a book. I decided they were really "vegetable people" from a planet where plants ruled and humans were slaves, so I colored them green. A girl looked at my picture and complained I was weird.

Then the teacher took role call. The other children found out I had a funny sounding last name. My fate was sealed from that point on. Three days later, the girls and boys had segregated themselves into two seperate tables. I didn't know where to sit and some girl told me, "This is the girl table and that is the boy table." I thought, "How can a table be a boy or a girl? It's made out of metal and plastic!"

I was a stupid child.

I remember taking the bus to school and I walk in the classroom and my teacher had a coloring sheet on each desk. It was an apple. I sit down in my seat and take out my crayons and start coloring. Then the teacher tells everyone to put their crayons down. I refused to put my crayon down because I wasn't done yet so I had to keep finishing the picture. I couldn't understand why I had to put the crayon down, I wasn't finished and the teacher was telling me to put it down. I remember seeing how other kids had put their crayons downs and the teacher also kept making sure they were down. But luckily I finished the picture.

I remember it being dimly lit, quiet, very surreal. I sat across from a blond haired kid and played with toy dinosaurs.